And she fell, like a star through the sky, just a little girl tumbling through the cracks in the world. For Amy and Amy.

He is dead, killed, murdered, all words she tries not to think, but what she doesn't know is why. And the more questions she asks, the deeper she gets into a mire of secrecy and lies where nothing is as it seems, not even the man she loved and lost.

"She speaks in quotes and riddles, and it is like talking in a language you almost understand; you hear the words and you know that you know them, and you grasp for the meaning and it slips from you, just out of reach."

Love comes in many shapes and forms. From a single kiss to a one night stand to a happy-ever-after; from a teenage crush to a forbidden affair to a classic love story. Drabble collection.Trio Gen pairings.Canon-compliant.Includes obscure pairings.

Hugo Weasley is, in the words of his mother, an incurable romantic. But he's better at other people's romances than his own, especially when it comes to a soft-haired Muggle girl with stars in her eyes...

The Next Generation in 31 snapshots. Drabble collection for PrincessPearl's challenge.

She is the brightest light; fearless as she flies. But her burning wings are made of wax, and when it is burnt through, she will fall.

Child of passion, mistress of pain. The twisted heart of Bellatrix Lestrange is not a peaceful place.

He walked away from her; he left the fight. But sometimes there are second chances. Birthday fic for Amy and companion piece to The Girl Who Disappeared.

Sometimes there is laughter. Sometimes there is pain. Sometimes they take to the air and fly, and sometimes they fall. Drabble collection.

In the darkest of times, they reached out to each other. But she disappeared into the night, to fight a battle he couldn't join. The laughter is gone but the memories linger, and perhaps the Disappeared can be found. For Amy, with love.

Lucy Weasley is looking for freedom among the sunflower fields of Italy, but Scorpius Malfoy is looking for Lucy. And she cannot keep running forever...

She is just Lorcan, the dreamer, the bookworm, the gardener. He'll never look at her like that. Will he? Request fic for billyvmom. FemLorcan, not slash. T rating for my own paranoia.

It may be Rose/Scorpius, but have you ever read a Rose/Scorpius featuring eyebrow piercing and kitchen knives?

The world is silent and it's just them, caught in a bubble, painting circles and trying to hold the stillness. Short, drabble-like oneshot.